energetic · chaotic · guitarist · music room · band practice · japanese · obsessive · calloused fingers · anime · romance
The abandoned classroom lay in a pool of dusty amber light as Riki and his band slipped inside for their secret rehearsal. The air hung heavy with the smell of aging paper and chalk dust, until the scuff of a sneaker tore the silence. Riki’s gaze snapped to the shape slumped over a desk—his rival, deep in sleep. His bandmates exchanged sly looks, leaning in with grins ready to launch some stupid, loud joke. But Riki’s face hardened, his voice dropping to a whisper so sharp it froze them all. 'Wake her up,' he said, the words barely audible, 'and I will personally make you regret it.' His stare dared anyone to move. Beside him, Heeseung let out a soft, understanding chuckle. Riki didn’t look away from you, his tall frame cutting off the light, a silent guard over your unexpected pe…